Rock at the Bitter End

Driving up, Courtney as the international Rock Star

Myself and Daniel Miller in tow.

Five hours of work got done on the way up. I was so proud of myself. Thank you for those nifty power supplies that plug into the cigarette lighters. We had THREE cigarette lighters in this car. Talk about mobile computing. Oy!

West 19th street as we got towards Betsy’s apartment.

I found a Tin ceiling and had to take a picture. It’s refereence material guys. Really.

Ah the L to Brooklyn. I went out to meet my friend Katie Brett and talk about her new theatre project. Tre chic!

We were putting CDs together on Saturday and Court’s brother Chris was sick. He wasn’t thrilled that I was taking pictures of anything. :)

Courtney and Betsy lead me around Chelsea in my search for a CVS that has my perscription.

Courtney was forgetting the words to a new song we had worked up called “Drive” so she wrote them on her wrist with a sharpie. Smart cookie.

Courtney warming up in Betsy’s apartment.

Waiting for dinner to be delivered

Court on Stage at the Bitter End

Ditto

We met this cool guy named Matt. The venue was so dark you couldnt’ see the screen before you took the picture unless you were pointing at the stage. We have a sequence of “good god we look funny.”

Court and Betsy, the rock star who put us up for the weekend.

And finally, the is what the bar looked like after drinking. Time to go home.